Introspection

The want is strong

Though there is no need

Except the creation of vanity

Soft, gray pulses fill my head

Creating distortion, I hide 

Deep inside where stars collide

Apparent awareness of all I forgot

A dream, a vision, a want

No need to apologize

No need to care

For from the beginning 

You were never really there

So ask me how I feel

I don't feel a thing

Apathetic I have never spread my wings

So I fly, fly high in the sky

Introspective,  illusion

So long ago I've died